Especially the last part: "You do not hear the sound of your lock being picked, you do not realize that someone has intruded until a long fingered hand roughly raises your face to meet his eyes and he speaks: his cynical tone somehow simultaneously angry and calming. “It’s two o’clock in the morning. No one will note the irony of you being pushed out of the hospital in a wheelchair by a cripple.”"

I can just imagine Cuddy having this disorder. Anorexia and depression really isn't funny, especially when you see the effects it has on a person.

Plus, I also loved that you wrote this fic in 2nd person POV. It definitely added to the effect of the fic for people to relate to Cuddy's situation.